The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The

Love Is Not Ful Of Pittie (as Men Say) But Deaffe And Cruell, Where He Meanes To Pray.

Unhappy Spirits That Fell With Lucifer, / Conspired Against Our God With Lucifer, / And Are For Ever Damned With Lucifer.

Hell Hath No Limits, Nor Is Circumscribed In One Self Place, For Where We Are Is Hell, And Where Hell Is There Must We Ever Be.

All Live To Die, And Rise To Fall.

O Soul, Be Changed Into Little Waterdrops, / And Fall Into The Ocean, Ne'er Be Found!